Peter (Alleged Victim) and Paul (possible Co-Defendant)

I loved my free Monday - I went into work (but not court) and got a lot of things in order.  Yes, it says a lot about my life or relative lack of one, I know.  Still, there's probably not a better way to honor MLK by getting something done for someone who could use a hand.  (The life is fine - had a good weekend going out and staying in with friends.)

Anyway, we caught the result of the courts being out today with 100+ cases set on our calendar, and on a trial date to boot.  We started at 8 and got out at 5.  That's just he courtroom mind you - not the attached pre and post work that we have to do on our cases.  With that it's 7-9, door to door, with zero headway made on anything else. 

Needless to say we didn't pick a jury.  These are not the good days.  One of my trial partners started off one of the afternoon "welcome to your arraignment" speeches with, "We are all very *very* tired and don't want to deal with any more crying.  If you start crying, I'm just going to have corrections put you in the back until you've stopped."

And now I have the very last arrest affidavit sitting on my desk at home.  Yep.  Little bugger should get read and annotated.  Yep.  But sitting here and drooling is so much more pleasant. 

Related questions: Can I move to dismiss for appalling grammar?  Or can I suppress a statement which the defendant allegedly "sez"? 

I think one of my favorite arrest affidavit mistakes was one that alleged the accused offered an undercover police officer "$40 for "a blow job," which is street language for a blow job."  Or perhaps it was the one that read, the accused offered an undercover police officer "$40 for "oral sex," which is street language for a blow job."  I go back and forth on which amuses me more.

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In other amusing news, I called someone re: a client's case and in quick succession got a disbarred attorney, a report from a third party that X was "on the run" and certainly could never talk to me, and some random sketchy drama that I have almost fully suppressed.  I had this very distinct feeling that when I returned the phone to its cradle I was putting the lid back on something.